I lived in the south ever since I was born.
I never genuinely liked the severe heat of the months of June and July plus I went to visit my siblings quite often, in the summertime.
It was so beautiful in my sister’s town, plus I couldn’t recognize of someplace else I would transport to if I ever decided to live somewhere else. My fiance’s job was down south plus he constantly told me it was okay if I went someplace separate from him for a while, but he was not willing to leave. I found out that the reason he was seemingly fine with my leaving, was because he was tomcatting around the town. I couldn’t think it took me nearly multiple years to wise up plus leave him. I had to find someplace else to call my home. I called my siblings plus told his what was going on. She told me that I could use her little cottage in back until I got a job plus get my own apartment. I was out of my mind with worry about moving plus I didn’t even tell my ex I was moving. The first month was delightfully pretty as it was still fall. It was a little cool however I was honestly comfortable with just a hoodie. I told my siblings that I would still have the air conditioning doing its thing. A month later, the snow was falling. I had to have the Heating, Ventilation and A/C program in the car, running on high heating as I made my way to my new workplace. The gas furnace was sending heat to the house plus I was chilly. The temperature control said it was seventy-two however I just never felt warm. I kept thinking how Christmas was right around the corner plus I would still be swimming in my pool. Instead, I am wondering why I made the seemingly stupid decision to transport up north.